Only Delight

I haven't had fewer readers in decades which is pretty much okay wif me.

I write because the light goes on and as long as it stays on, I continue to type. Time disappears as the light seizes words and puts them together into thoughts. The light arranges those thoughts into ideas and keeps shaping those ideas to form a beginning a middle and an ending.

I forget my worries, c'mon I'm happy.

I exist only under the light only when I'm this happy.

Everything else is like a dream within a dream and flashes in only when the light needs a new image or metaphoric basis.

When the light is on there is no word count. Word count comes after the light leaves the party and I can see what was brought to me. I am always grateful and rarely dismissive. The light brought me these words for some reason and they are to be respected as the gift that they are. Unlike Frankenstein or Dipschwitz, I never hate what I have created. If I swoon at all it's out of wonder rather than horror.

The fresh output of the light is brand spanking new and shining bright. It stands without staggering on its own strength and there is strength in every gift of the light and there is love. Some readers see the gift and the love of the light immediately. For others it takes time. For others, this light never shines, thus the whole world will never be mine even as the light urges me to make my world available to everyone.

That's cool.

I'm good wif dat.

It' s all about the light.

It's all about delight.

You see that right there, the light delight thing, that's a delightful example of how the unfiltered light enlightens. Plus there's a title for this beam in there somewhere.

It seems that the more readers I have the more the light wants to be discovered rather than to discover.

It starts to filter and although always containing some strength and some love, the love becomes more co-dependent and the strength more co-operative. 

I know it was good for you, how was it for me syndrome.

At this instant, I can feel the light getting impatient and ready to go wherever it goes when it beams away from me. The light is looking for an exit which means an ending which seems imposible to me right now as I want the light to stay but somehow, it will get there like it always does when

I turn off the light

because

the party's

over.

Thanks, I needed that.